Fire Upon the Blade - Hollenthon

Fire upon the blade, sabers drawn

Legions daringly soar over moors

Well-turned horns, dust of stars at their feet

Unafraid brothers of empire’s fight

Scent of smoke in the anguished surrounds

The hours that weave incantations

Escaped from the cauldron’s mystical rim

Lost in the loom of the night of nights

The clashing of arms

Blood resting on leaf and on thorn

Farewell to the radiant dawn

Dust of stars, well-tuned horns

Fire upon the blade

Fire upon the blade